Meanwhile, at the State Room...
A 50 year old man and his assumed mother(grandmother?!) of 90+ are eating dinner. Okay, well I lied for the sake of alliteration. There were actually two others present, making it a party of four. The other two are also elderly women. All women are senile. One is drooling.
Man: Now if you see the moose straight ahead, don't swerve! just break FIRMLY
Ninety-Niner: OOoh
Woman #1: That's right Nana, a moose!
Woman #2: So then what? What if you hit it?
Man: Well, I guess you gotta try to hit as little of the animal as possible. AND MOOSE ARE HUUUGE! Arms flail for added effect
Ninety-Niner: OOoh
Woman #2: That's chocolate Nana. You like chocolate...
Man: So once impact is made, there are two things you gotta do: drive into the direction the moose walked FROM. You see, he won't want to back-track, his goal is to move forward! so you're likely to his just his end parts then.
Secondly, duck down real low in your seat. The moose is HUUGE and he will crush you when he crashes through the windshield--and he will crash through the windshield, whether you hit him straight on or just knick him in his legs. Doesn't matter.
Yep, if you duck you just might survive. It's not guaranteed of course...
Woman #1: So you're just better off avoiding the collision...
Ninety-Niner: OOoh
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